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Ava watched as Ambrose packed his things into the bag, frowning slightly. "What do you mean?" Ambrose heard her but didn't reply. She walked forward and asked again, "What do you mean, Ambrose? What are you packing your clothes for?" "Didn't you want me to leave, Ava? What is it now?" Ambrose said, his voice filled with pain. "I've always been looked down on by everyone just because I stay here. Your dad, your cousins, your grandma—everyone throws insults at me. For years, all I've done is wish one day you could love me back as I love you deeply. But no, you went out with another man because of what? You feel this guy isn't fit to be called husband? Why? Didn't you say this is your house? I'm leaving your house. At least in mine, I can be respected and not worried." Ava looked at him, confused. She wanted to talk, but her words were lost at that moment. She was quiet for a while, then asked, "Where are you moving to?" "You don't have to know where I want to go. I'll decide that
Meanwhile, Ambrose arrived at the gate of a grand hotel. Seeing the beautiful and expensive car, the security guard quickly opened the gate, allowing Ambrose to drive inside. Ambrose maneuvered his car through the entrance and into the parking lot, where a collection of plush and luxurious cars were already parked. He found an empty spot and smoothly parked his vehicle among the other high-end automobiles. Getting down from his car, Ambrose took a moment to look around at the bustling surroundings. People dressed in suits and elegant attire were entering and exiting the hotel. Beautiful lights adorned the exterior, illuminating the path and creating a welcoming atmosphere. Ambrose took a deep breath, admiring the opulence around him. "This place is truly beautiful," he murmured to himself. The grandeur of The Grand Horizon was evident in every detail. He opened the trunk of his car, retrieved his travel bag, and closed the trunk with a decisive thud. As he walked towards the h
"No, no," Aurora smiled slightly. "That's not what I meant. Actually, I'm..."Before she could finish speaking, the receptionist looked at her and said, "Good evening, boss, could—""Can't you see I'm in a conversation?" Aurora asked."I'm sorry," the receptionist said with a slight bow.Aurora looked at Ambrose and said, "Actually, I'm Aurora. My parents own this hotel; currently, I'm the owner here," she said."Huh? She's the boss here?" Ambrose was stunned. No wonder she looked very rich, driving a new Audi.He looked at Aurora from top to bottom, nodded, then said, "Alright."Aurora looked at the receptionist and said, "I guess he's booking a room, right?"The receptionist nodded and said, "Yes, please. I'm processing the Royal Suite for him."Aurora shook her head and said, "What about the presidential suite? Give him the access card to that one."The receptionist was shocked. "Please, I thought the management said no one is allowed into the presidential suite."Aurora raised an
Ambrose nodded, still taking in his luxurious surroundings. "Thank you," he said, trying to regain his composure.The staff nodded respectfully. "You're welcome, sir. Enjoy your stay." With that, the staff turned around and walked out, leaving Ambrose alone in the opulent suite.He placed his bag on the bed and proceeded to the wardrobe, hanging his clothes meticulously and placing his sneakers neatly at the bottom.As he turned to survey the room, a smile crept across Ambrose's face. "All this will be for myself," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and satisfaction. He had never imagined finding himself in such lavish surroundings, let alone enjoying them alone.Curiosity led Ambrose to the glass-walled bathroom, where he discovered a range of shower amenities neatly arranged beside a large bathtub and a sleek shower stall. He decided on a hot shower, a luxury he rarely indulged in back at home.Ambrose quickly undressed, relishing the sensation of letting go of th
Ambrose opened the door and stepped out with the tray, walking toward the reception area. As he approached, a sleek car arrived at the Grand Horizon Hotel and parked. Stepping out of the car was none other than Jonathan Hales. From the other side, a young, slender, fair lady with a ponytail exited the car.Jonathan smiled at the lady and extended his hand. "Let's go, babe. Let me give you the best moments tonight."The lady nodded and said, "Alright, babe." She placed her hand with her long nails fixed in Jonathan's palm, and they walked inside the hotel.Reaching the receptionist desk, Jonathan started speaking to the same receptionist who had attended to Ambrose earlier. "Is there a standard room available?" he asked.The receptionist shook her head and greeted him, "Good evening, sir. The rooms available are the Junior Suite, Executive Suite, Royal Suite, and Luxury Suite."Jonathan nodded. "I want to book the Junior Suite for the night. I hope it's great in there?"The receptionis
The tray started to break into pieces under the force of Ambrose's strikes, but he didn't care. Jonathan tried to shield himself, but Ambrose's fury was relentless.Around them, guests and staff gasped and backed away, some pulling out their phones to record the scene. The receptionist shouted for security, her face pale with shock.Jonathan, now bleeding and disoriented, managed to push Ambrose away and stumble backward. "You're crazy! You've lost your mind!" he shouted, fear finally creeping into his voice.Ambrose stood over him, breathing heavily, his face a mask of fury. "If you ever come near Ava again, I'll make sure this is nothing compared to what I'll do to you. Do you understand?"“Fuck off you lowly poor dude.” Jonathan responded angrilyAmbrose's fury reached a new peak. He dropped the broken tray and lunged at Jonathan, grabbing him by the neck and pressing hard. Jonathan's eyes bulged with fear and surprise as he gasped for breath, clawing at Ambrose's hands."You liste
As Aurora touched his forehead with the warm towel, Ambrose began to calm down. The initial touch brought a slight twinge of pain, but he endured it without flinching. Aurora tended to his injury with surprising gentleness and care, her movements slow and deliberate.Despite Aurora's affectionate attention, Ambrose kept a straight face, his eyes fixed on a spot on the wall, betraying no emotion.Ambrose calmed down as Aurora touched his forehead with the warm towel. He felt a slight pain but endured it, maintaining a straight face. Aurora continued her care, affectionately pressing the towel to his forehead, hoping to ease his discomfort."So, what about your wife? You came here at night alone to book a room?" she asked.Ambrose snapped, "Hello, must a customer report his personal life to the hotel boss, or just book his room and leave? Don't speak about any wife to me, please.”Aurora nodded and said, "Oops, sorry." Seeing Ambrose's expression, she could tell he might be having some
The receptionist hesitated for a moment before speaking. "He said something along the lines of Ambrose being a live-in son-in-law whose wife was the one feeding him. Then he threatened that once Ambrose was fired, he would snatch his wife, Ava, and...sleep with her as he usually does. That's when Mr. Ambrose couldn't take it anymore and attacked him.” Aurora's expression darkened. "I see. Thank you for clarifying. Make sure Mr. Ambrose is treated with the utmost respect. And if anyone else tries to provoke him, let me know immediately.” The receptionist nodded, looking a bit relieved to have the situation clarified. "Of course boss. I'll make sure Mr. Ambrose is well taken care of and inform you immediately if anything else happens.” Aurora turned around and walked back to her office. Once inside, she sat down on the sofa, her mind racing. "He's a live-in son-in-law? I don't understand. If he's being fed by his wife, how was he here to book a room? How did he swap my car? Something